Sometimes you get bored and want some variety in life. Often when this happens, you make silly comparisons. You want to step into another person's shoes. The difficulty arises when you desire to imitate the beauty practices of another race. I am referring to hair beauty. I have always been fascinated with my African- American friends hair styles. They fix hair differently than I do,but their styles are amazing. This is why I wanted my hair greased instead of dull conditioning. My friend insisted this would not be helpful in my case , but I persisted in my demands. She honestly said, " Alright, but you will be sorry." I yielded my straight hair into her expertise hands. Gleefully she appeared with her jar of hair grease and treated my oily scalp. Globs of grease penetrated the roots of each strand. Slicker and slicker my scalp became. Her laughter became apparent and almost threatening. The surface of my head became like an ice rink; any flying particle could have slid over it. I was pleased with myself. With this choice, I had become almost a copy of my friend's style. She laughed even more when she handed me a mirror. Still, I could not understand the seriousness of my present condition. Days later the problem presented itself. There was a steady increase of oil in my hair and no possibility of parole. I shampooed, conditioned, combed, brushed, and rewashed without end. For three painful weeks, I revisited my knotted, tangled, oily mess called my hair. Reluctantly, I went to my friend and aired my dilemma. She simply said, "You wanted to be Black and that's what you get." From then on I conditioned myself to condition and not gr